Her Feelings
Her soul's now tortured, tormented in black,
Her spirit’s in terminal ache.
Every thought that she has is an absolute hurt,
She’s neither asleep nor awake.
She had lived with a love, a jigsaw of a soul,
A passionate, devoted, young warm.
But he had just left, removed all his touch,
Leaving a silent little thunder storm.
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